You taught us how to make burns look real and fake blood to ooze,
you showed us how to enter stage right, which props we should use.
You helped us run lines, present thoughts with our faces,
you told us to show not tell, put our character work through its paces.
But you used that same makeup to cover who you were,
roleplaying even after a scene, a sheep in wolf’s fur.
You must have rehearsed your ‘hello’ and perfected each smile,
adding to your Iago portfolio, another performance to file.
You were the teacher, and we were the clay,
you bought our attention, now as grown ups we pay.
You were the adult when we were the teens -
you were the predator, and we the unseen.
One night after a show you took my friend home in your car.
Categories:
iago, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
Taught Iago to trance,
the pungent smell made me balance the stance,
raided the 'pulse' and sought no other deviant,
I was looted in the same way I soared above all the monumentleness,
and got into it ahead.
They told us that we 'like' the hold on the today's whole whole because of the ways that the daze distracts in haze, on lightness and bled out fazed rocketry-
totality toward tanking is the remaking so I can start happily planking the tanned plinked' out shaking,
and be my own staking-
he'd let me know in an outside laking that the entanglements are not withstood otherwise so in our own eye's we tie and tie, and say goodbye doll, die die!
Your own forgiveness is in a way it's own stay yet the hearing does not go over that one flip and dive to dig like it's all sits in...
Your keep and your bold are not getting as old as the try in our sky and demand of the night to spy...
I'd take anyone on in a jimmin' janky dotton berry heelie feelie wheelie straight down the center of common carry.
Categories:
iago, color, confidence, creation, cry,
Form: Free verse
Place the void before me and I will cower
Fill it and I will pulse with awe
Neither pushes me down the path
The winding way, that greenish-yellow place
I once described in my innocence.
I'm mistaken, languishing
Anticipating some outside force,
Propellant, dependent on
Otherness to accomplish bliss
Folly filling my chance.
I wondered, then, if I would live
Laughing at the speed of one
Planetary body, cynical as Iago.
When I found time could hold me
Luck equals opportunity plus more: effort
Place before me a sheet of paper
I will cover it with echoes
Neither real nor imaginary
Ghosts that haunt my happy place
A stain excreted, evincing existence.
Categories:
iago, art, creation, introspection, life,
Form: Blank verse
Othello was in heat of passion’s fire
Being truly locked in love with his desire.
Seeing Desdemona gave the Moor new life,
Eloping in the night to make her wife.
Soon Iago executes a devious plan.
So, Othello will think Cassio’s his wife's man.
In Othello’s eyes, she was a worthless shrew.
Obsessed with rage, his lovely wife he slew.
Not long after, with his sword he kills self too.
7/19/17
OBSESSION
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
iago, trust, , cute,
Form: Acrostic
The young Kumar’s wife dancing bright,
Offering to all exciting pleasant sight.
Making her waist into the vivacious folds,
Throwing the eye glances to the folks.
Her neap tide vest and spring tide bosom,
Unruly, swelling, her case cannot fathom.
Clicking in each step of her movements,
Opening up websites for entertainments.
Kumar’s mind troubled by whirlpools,
Maybe a dandy love-lorn in her pulls?
Leaving his children sleeping uncared for,
Kumar gets busy to spy for wife’s pinafore.
Desdemona remains still erotic but chaste,
Why is there no change in Othello’s haste?
What if messy Iago one scarf steals?
Is there a dirth of scarves in Malls still?
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** Kumar is an Indian first name and also used as suffix to a name**
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**A Repost.. originally posted on 24-7-2005
Categories:
iago, life,
Form: Free verse
The element of handkerchief in the plot
Becomes its important pivot symbol
A heritage he got from his mother first
The Desdemona’s virtue sexual.
Losing or giving away meant her fall
Was laced with strawberries’s image design
On a wedding sheet bloodstains recall.
More interpretations one can define.
Iago used it on Desdemona divine
With the help of his wife stealing it
And placing it in Cassio’s confine
Enough proof for Othello to excite
He kissed her, killed her by smothering her
Then killed himself too lying near his dear.
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A Spenserian Sonnet:Rhyme scheme : ababbcbc cdcdee, with Iambic five feet
Categories:
iago, passion,
Form: Sonnet